---- surged. The public turned against Lily. Reporters dug deep-and exposed the truth. Lily had orchestrated the attack. She had incited her fan group and guided them to assault Jasmin. Public outrage followed. The CrimsonMoon Pack tried her in council. She was stripped of her honorary titles and exiled. She could no longer stay there. Her image shattered overnight. Then, one day, even bigger news broke. The Lycan King himself made an official announcement: his heiress had completed her studies at the top Werewolf Academy and would begin training to lead the alliance of packs. The nation buzzed. Her name? Jasmin. ---- The face of the Lycan heiress looked eerily similar to the she-wolf from a missing one's posters-only younger, more radiant, stronger. On a bright morning, I stood beside my father, the Lycan King, discussing inter-pack politics. After I was taken back to the Clan, I received the care I had long denied. The head injury had caused part of the silver poison in my blood to bleed out-a twisted miracle. My wolf woke up again. And in two short months, I was reborn. Stronger. Clearer. Fiercer than ever before. As I worked, a warrior approached me with a respectful bow. "Alpha Jasmin, Alpha Yeats has come to see you." I sighed. "Let's end this once and for all." I stepped out of the estate's gates-and froze. Yeats was kneeling on the stone path, his head bowed ---- low, his fists clenched. The sound of his knees hitting the ground echoed like thunder in the clear morning air.